"You're right." The hundred deputy He Jinyin said to Yang Baoping, "It's a good thing we didn't do anything last night, otherwise it would be a lose-lose."
Yang Baoping gave her a blank look: "I told you not to think about it, what's wrong with you?"
Bai Fu said: "Didn't we have nothing to eat before?"
Yang Baoping shook his head: "They are different from Rakshasa¡ªdon't talk about it, he lured people away."
Deputy Bai looked at the Rakshasa camp - an angry centurion rushed into the snowstorm with more than a hundred people, and even the tents were messed up.
Everyone knows that the opportunity has come. Because after more than a hundred people left, the battalion leader of this army ran out angrily and asked loudly what was going on, but no one could answer clearly for a while. So the camp owner chopped off two more heads in a fit of rage, and the remaining Rakshasa hurriedly fled in order to avoid becoming the next unlucky ghost.
"Knives and guns out of their sheaths." Yang Baoping shouted loudly, "Kill them all!"
More than fifty female soldiers jumped out of their hiding place and rushed towards the enemy camp in a cone formation. At first they ran in silent strides, until the first Rakshasa more than 20 steps away found them, then let out a high-pitched battle cry and knocked on the armor, as if it was not seventy or so people who were rushing, but a whole group of people. an army. The Raksha soldiers were overwhelmed by this momentum, and their first reaction was to turn around and run away.
However, the leader of the Rakshasa camp was angry, and his anger overwhelmed his fear, and he urgently needed a way to vent his anger. So he roared, grabbed the long knife on a rout soldier's back, and when he pulled it out, he pulled a long gash on his neck. He yelled out orders, but no one paid any attention except for the few around him, so he charged back at the female warrior himself.
Yang Baoping made a move about ten steps away from him, and a flash of lightning hit the head of the battalion leader, causing him to stagger, his eyes to lose focus, and the big knife he held high could not be chopped off for a while. Yang Baoping took the opportunity to jump in front of him, and the scimitar cut through the seam of the armor at the neck. But the battalion leader suddenly tilted his head, and the tip of the knife only hit the helmet¡ª¡ªYang Baoping immediately retracted the knife and passed him, looking for the next target.
The camp leader turned angrily to look for his opponent. At this time, the iron spear in the hands of the hundred soldiers pierced one of his knees, and the long knife of another soldier pierced his other knee. The leader of the Raksha camp turned around and swung a broadsword to kill the attacker, but the third female warrior who passed by him swung a mace and hit him hard on his helmet.
Just like that, the assault team broke into the camp, and the Raksha camp leader lay on the ground, his only record being that he stained several knives with his own blood.
This was a devastating raid, and the chaotic Rakshasa was knocked down by a dozen people in the first encounter. The rest, some tried to wrestle with them, and some ran outside the camp. The female soldiers who broke into the camp immediately turned into two groups, driving Luo Sha in two directions, and killed more than a dozen people. At this time, the other surviving Rakshasa centurion finally remembered the lesson from the last time. After leading people out of the camp, he realized that they still had a slight advantage in numbers, so he gathered the rout and planned to make a countercharge. But the other two ten-man teams ambushing on both sides of the camp came from the rear, and the morale that had finally gathered immediately collapsed like the last time. The two groups of Rakshasa were surrounded in two directions, and they were quickly killed and injured.
Everything happened within two quarters of an hour. Covered in red ice, Yang Baoping lifted his visor and exhaled a mouthful of mist, and counted the casualties¡ªfive people died and two were seriously injured.
Deputy Bai was overjoyed after inspecting the Rakshasa camp: "There are several hundred catties of dried meat and these Rakshasa, so I don't have to worry about it now."
Yang Baoping laughed loudly: "Okay, leave a team of people here, and the rest will follow me to find the other half!"
More than 50 people immediately chased in the direction Li Bochen left before, maintaining their formation on the way. Yang Baoping originally thought that the more than one hundred Rakshasa would appear at the end of the battle - because Li Bochen led them away alone, there were only two possibilities. One is that he was killed, and the other is that after chasing him for a while, Luo Sha realized that this was a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, and immediately returned to the camp.
But like now, it's strange that no one came back after more than a quarter of an hour.
"I hope he's still alive. He's a pretty good man, and he can be your good match." After getting the food, Baidang He Jinyin's attitude towards these Li Guoren suddenly became better.
Yang Baoping snorted while running: "I went to look for him last night. He was not happy in the end."
He Jinyin was taken aback: "Ah? Why?"
But Yang Baoping didn't answer, because they saw the corpse of a Rakshasa. Lying on the snow, covered with a thin layer of snow, the breastplate was cut in half, which was the incision made by Li Bochen with the extremely sharp magic knife. They planned to determine the direction based on this corpse, but after walking four or five times, they found that it was unnecessary¡ªone corpse after another was lying on the ground, forming a bloody road.
"What a nice knife."He Jinyin said.
"I hope it's not too late." Yang Baoping said.
There were more and more corpses, and after a quarter of an hour, they found forty-five. In the beginning, Rakshasa's death method was basically to be cut through the armor with one knife, but gradually it became two to three swords, and then the knife edge began to appear on the neck and face, which seemed to indicate that the person using the knife began to save energy. However, along the way, there were only traces of the brigade Luosha chasing after them, but no obvious traces of battle. It seemed that Li Bochen hid in the dark and killed them one by one.
Everyone was a little surprised by this discovery, Yang Baoping and He Jinyin's faces also became serious, and they couldn't help but wonder what would happen if such a person ambushed them now.
After walking more than two miles and seeing more than 80 corpses, everyone began to hope that Li Bochen would not die - because everyone knows how rare it is to have such a fighter who is almost equal to one hundred. If he can become an ally or a companion, then his value cannot be measured by food.
In the end they saw Li Bochen himself.
Beside a small hill, more than 20 corpses lay in disorder on the red snow. Li Bochen, whose body was covered with a red ice shell, was leaning on a stone, and while slowly eating the dried meat he found from Luo Sha, he waved to them.
"You guys were a little slow to come," he said with a smile, "so I had to kill them all."
Yang Baoping walked over quickly and held out his hand to him, without asking how he did all this. Li Bochen held her hand and stood up, the icicles on his body shattered to the ground. There were not many scars on his body, and the sturdy armor almost resisted all injuries.
"You can bring as many people as you want." Yang Baoping said loudly, "Now we are partners, as long as we are still on Beiyuan, we will live and die together." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com